Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Start Rap Over

(Puff)
See, I want to get to the love.
Let's love over, come on.

Carl Thomas)
Let's start over,
to the way things were.
Forget them,
all we got is us.
We can it
Sad if we try.
I want to start over.
make it, do or die

When I was years old,
I realized was a road.
At the end, I win lots of pots of gold.
Days, when I used to my play clothes on,
I would up my rhymes the middle of Voltron,
But you've what the herbs do.
curfew,
Hit the park when it's dark, make it stand a podium.
had a box and a strip of linoleum.
Some break a boogie, but those that
Was a fighter.
easy riders,
Sending to the store for a soda and a lighter.
A real cat that would let you keep a dollar,
But now things change, and it's the of tomorrow.
kids is big now,
They'll push wig now.
send them to the store,
But you can them for roll
And put on my vine,
And them one big push for all mankind.

People still taking for a joke,
A hope,
Or a with a rope.
What ever happened to the caddies, white walls, and
Crates of records, tables, plenty of folks,
Remember playing in the streets, football.
Look, y'all,
get mad and bounce with they football.
Twenty hour block parties,
Everybody on the pissing, you a dark hardy.
Adults to think I was scheming,
But I was dreaming to one day make a hot and have 'em all fiendin'.
Now, every time, that I I can tell that you like it,
Be the tunes like the mind of a psychic.
mind is weary, floating like a dove,
Sweating and things, like you making love.
the crowd so they can accept it.
Total concentration is the method.

Where's the
tell me,
Where's the
Because we to know.

(Puff)
I everybody I loved, everybody.
It always player hating,
There jealousy and all this envy,
It was the love.

Hey yo, hip hop
Set out in the park.

We to do it out in the dark
All long till the cops made us go,
Or till somebody's moms pulled the extension from the window.
Lees on, you fresh,
to impress
Shorty, with the hair pushed down on her forehead.
swaying, she hot,
Standing she bowl-legged, but she not.
You the days?
That's crack was affecting blacks like that.
Just drink some Ale, little reefer,
Friday night go out Star Child at the theater.
all corrupt.
Over rap you get bust.
Say the wrong
End up in a sling.
from shell tops to hollow tops.
Used to the bus stop.
Now we electric from the cops.
Want veterans in this,
ain't keeping it real.
Now, with God, we chill over a deal.
Always the ones to go,
Never your die.
Till this day, I wonder why they my man B.I.
No time to yell in the microphone.
Take this more serious just a poem.
Rock party to
you're out the door.
But it up, yo, let's start love over.

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